#fic candles

[azrielgreen]

I am SO excited to announce this new candle design as I've been working on this for WEEKS!!🤎✨️ I have very limited stock of this batch, so get one while you can! The scents are coffee cake and caramel latte.

• COFFEE SHOP AU candle •

12 in stock, more next week♥︎

[phantompasta]

In honor of Dr. Yorick Quack, the Lucky, for being the best

Starring in the fic If You Give A Bat A Burger by @noir-renard where Danny is a service worker, bless his poor soul

Hehehehehehe

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[potpourri-of-ecclecticism]

Helaena lit a candle for Aegon.

Yep.

That’s it. That’s the post.

[nightshiftshenanigans]

SUP PEOPLES!!!!!! IT’S FINALLY HERE!!!🎉

Sorry this update took me so long to finish, but I hope y’all cry enjoy!!!!🥰❤️

[justaz]

arthur works up the nerve to confess his feelings for merlin pre-magic reveal and merlin has to stare the man he loves in the eye and reject him. arthur, heartbroken bc he had been told repeatedly by all his and merlin’s friends that his feelings were reciprocated and to take the risk, doesn’t cry bc his father taught him to never show weakness but maybe merlin can’t see the tears clawing their way into his eyes bc the room sure is getting blurry for some reason. he asks, no, he demands to know why not. he had been paying attention and he’s completely sure that merlin was flirting back with him, that his feelings were reciprocated - everyone said so. hell, half if not all of camelot has participated in a betting pool bc they’ve been so obvious with their feelings. merlin tries to give vague answers without telling him straight up and their argument escalates into a near screaming match where merlin says “you don’t love me, you love a version of me you believe to be true. you don’t know me, you can’t love me”

[taegularities]

rid i was reading the candles and flames epilogue and would you be able to share a short snippet of their ‘shenanigans’ when they were dating? like prior to the wedding 😊😊

hehe this is an example of many <3 NOT PROOFREAD LOL

wc: like 500

The alley is dark, but Jungkook's eyes are darker.

This is not what you meant when you said you couldn't wait anymore. Jungkook struggles with keeping his exploring hands to himself; even in public, you're the one reprimanding him, reminding him that he still fosters a reputation that cannot be stained before the wedding.

But will the man listen?

Of course not.

No. What the man will do is press you against the cold brick wall, hiding at this pitch black spot where passersby are rare and coachmen too busy with their carriages. They probably can't see you.

"I should get home," you tell him, albeit under a breathy moan; his tongue, tasting your neck, does that to you. "We should truly go home."

"Mmmh yes. Let's go."

He whispers the words; barely enunciates them. His digits are busy seeking out your neck, lips dropping to your cleavage, and his lower body presses against yours, hungry for reprieve.

And your dress doesn't help; it always frustrated him to no end that you need to sport these heavy robes, veiling all of you under so many layers. Safe to say he is not a fan of contemporary fashion.

"Jungkook, fuck–"

"Talks about tarnishing reputations, but then my angel curses like this?"

He pushes against you, his stiffening cock apparent against your stomach. You want to respond, want to clench your jaw, but his lips wander up just before he can free your nipples, kissing you so hard that your lungs expire.

For a moment, that's all he does – kissing, extracting moans, hums, sighs. His hand slowly works on tugging up your dress, and just when he nearly reaching his goal, you hear two voices approach.

You gasp, pushing your fiancé away from you a little. His body pretty much remains at place before he comes back, shielding your face with his, and then turning towards you.

The voices of two gentlemen near, and then, in just a minute, they're gone again. You exhale a breath of sheer relief, hitting Jungkook's chest in scolding.

"You are too bold. Too impatient."

"I do not know when I will see you again. Your mother has too many preparations going on and wants to..." he begins, fingers back at work. His voice is a whisper. "Take you away from me, doesn't she? Whatever am I going to do without you?"

"Survive the way you did before you knew me."

"But now I do know you. What the fuck was pre-you-Jungkook doing?"

"Suffering. Clearly missing a... very– important part," you voice between heavy inhales.

"That's right."

"I guess you won't stop now either."

His answer arrives within a moment; his body speaks volumes to you. The response is already clear when he finally pushes a forefinger against your panties, immediately delighted by the dampness.

Yet, remembering the devil that he is, you're not surprised when he says–

"We can stop when we're done. Perhaps. Yes?"

[autisticlancemcclain]

part one

part two

———

“Ugh,” Keith says.

“Ugh,” Lance agrees.

Keith looks up slowly from where he was glowering at his plate of appetizers, staring at Lance for several minutes with eyes squinted in suspicion.

“What the fresh fuck are you talking about.”

Lance wrinkles his nose at him. “What?”

“You love these things,” Keith says, like the Blue Paladin is a particularly slow toddler. “You’re usually – prancing around, making a fool of yourself in front of pretty people. Every time one of these dumbass celebration missions ends you complain. The fuck you mean, ‘ugh’?”

“I mean ugh,” Lance repeats, emphasizing the word. “Sometimes I simply do not feel the party vibe, Keith. You ever think about that? No. Because you never think about anything. Because the only thing in your skull is a hamster wheel covered in cobwebs. So there.”

Keith lets that hang between them for a moment.

“You’re just mad you got called ugly earlier, huh.”

“It was so rude!” Lance explodes, obviously waiting for Keith to bring it up. “Like, who says that? What kind of trained diplomat refers to a random stranger as ‘the homely one’? Why the fuck would you say that? And it’s not even true! I’m a legit snack! I have been propositioned, you know! More than once! It’s actually quite frequent!” He throws his hand up, noise of frustration coming from deep in his throat. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, but no actual sentences come out, just different variations of ‘ugh!’ and ‘how dare!’ and ‘the nerve!’.

Because he is a stellar person, Keith does not laugh, instead biting his tongue as hard as he physically can without biting it clean off. Everytime Lance’s sputtering dies off only to kick back up when he thinks of his transgression again it gets harder.

Contrary to what everyone seems to think, Keith likes Lance. They’re friends. They hang out, they talk shit about other people, they do friend things. That’s why they’re both sitting here, at the edge of some grandiose ballroom on a planet whose name Keith has forgotten because they’ve only been here one day, leaning against each other and picking food off the same plate. (Well, Keith’s plate. He’s being gracious and letting Lance have some because Lance has taken enough massive Ls today, and Hunk is busy, so if Lance gets hangry Keith can’t just pass him off on somebody, so. Better to keep him fed, or whatever.)

“We should go – do something,” Lance mutters, picking apart what appears to be a cookie. Maybe. Alien shit is weird. “Make faces behind Shiro’s back. Convince Coran to get wine drunk.”

“We did that already,” Keith dismisses. “Last time, remember? We can’t do it too many times or we’re gonna have to be supervised again. We just managed to convince Shiro to ease up on the trackers.”

Lance sinks further into his chair. “Ugh,” he says again, with true feeling.

Keith begins to feel bad. Lance doesn’t look genuinely upset, he doesn’t think – he knows what a genuinely upset Lance looks like and it’s fucking heartbreaking; it’s the kind of shit that could stop wars – but Keith is a little bit worried that he is bothered, in some way. It can’t feel good to get called ugly in front of everybody. It was funny. And Keith laughed a little. But, still.

Keith nudges their shoulders together. “You wanna go dance?”

Lance freezes. He turns his head slowly to face Keith, like if he moves too fast Keith is going to change his mind. His brown doe eyes are wide and hopeful and over the top, honestly. God. No one asked for that.

“Really?”

“No. I’m taking back my offer. You’re being weird about it.”

“Nope! Nuh-uh! No takebacksies! We’re dancing!” Lance whoops, shoving back his chair and scrambling to his feet. He wraps his fingers tightly around Keith’s wrist, grinning so wide his face is about to split.

“You are holding me hostage,” Keith complains, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He gets up at Lance’s urging, popping the last of the weirdo alien cookie in his mouth and wiping his hand on his suit pants. “Let’s go, Homely One.”

If looks could kill, Keith’s intestines would be painting the floor. The look Lance gives him is lethal. It’s made worse when Keith laughs, because that was funny as hell and he refuses to pretend otherwise. He pulls Lance away, though, before he can reach for the butterknife that’s closeby and stab Keith in the eye, clasping their hands together and weaving them through the crowd of dancers and partygoers. Pretty soon the excitement catches up to Lance, because after a minute he’s the one dragging them around, having apparently picked a perfect spot on the ornate marble dancefloor for them to situate themselves. It is, of course, right smack in the middle, surrounded by people on all sides, right under the massive and delicate crystal chandelier that Keith and Hunk spent forty minutes mocking when they first got here.

“You’re extra as all fuck,” Keith informs him, dutifully putting his hand on Lance’s waist as instructed.

“I will have my Sam Montgomery moment or so help me God,” Lance responds. Keith notices he’s closer than he needs to be and immediately orders himself to un-notice that. He can see flecks of amber in Lance’s dark eyes. It’s so actually horrible. He focuses on Lance’s nose, instead, hoping for reprieve, but of course there is where all his freckles are. An attempt to focus on Lance’s mouth is a disaster waiting to happen, so he looks deliberately at Lance’s bigass forehead to distract himself. It kind of works.

The forehead that he is so intensely focused on wrinkles, and Keith says, “What,” and Lance says, “Aw, Keith, gross,” and then before Keith can stop anything Lance is untangling their hands, licking his thumb, and wiping something at the corner of his mouth.

Keith freezes.

He processes.

He gags.

All in that order.

“Lance!” he cries, swiping his own hands at his mouth. “Gross!”

“What’s gross is you walking around with crusty icing on the corner of your mouth, heathen,” Lance says, eyebrow arched and chin tilted defiantly.

Keith makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. His face matches his armour. He prays that the universe crack open the ground to swallow him whole. He can’t – gah. No one has done that to him since Shiro’s mother would come to visit and take them to get ice cream. When he was eleven.

“Are you a ninety year old grandmother,” he hisses, swiping the corner of his mouth one last time. He thinks his face may actually be glowing.

“Are you a two year old who can’t keep his food in his mouth?” Lance counters. He looks entirely unbothered and Keith wants to strangle him. Who does that. Who, honestly.

“That is not how I wanted your spit near my mouth,” Keith mutters, and immediately wants to open his bayard between his eyes.

Lance stops. A twirling trio of people bumps into him. He does not move. Slowly, his face begins to burn, starting from the sharp jut of his cheekbones and quickly spreading everywhere else. He opens his mouth, then closes it, then narrows his eyes in determination and opens it again.

“Nope,” Keith says before he can say anything. There is no recovery from this. There is only tactical retreat. “I have to – I left my excuse on the castle. I’m gonna go grab it.”

As quickly as he can manage he lets go of Lance’s hand and his waist, gracefully ducking around a dancing couple and high-tailing the hell out of the room. He averts his eyes when he walks by Shiro, praying he doesn’t get stopped, and walks straight out the door. Lance’s calls of his name quickly become faint as he sprints down the hallway.

He can’t believe — God, he said that. Out loud. To Lance’s face. After Lance fucking — licked his thumb and wiped Keith’s face. Like the fussy mother he is.

And Keith is still attracted to him.

He stops in the middle of the hallway, head cradled in his hands, skin hot to the touch.

Fuck, he has a complex.

[tourettesdog]

A lil meme based on a Batpham server conversation lmao

[coffeesleep-ooc]

Fic thoughts (crack torture edition)

In my time for torture SY au (for context a fantasy very cracky au inspired by Sleepy princess in the demonic palace, and Princess, it’s time for torture!) it’s not really easy to see LBH’s reactions bc so far i’ve just written SY and MBJ’s povs, but as the author its so funny to imagine his internal reactions???

Like;

LBH looking at captive SQQ for the first time: oh shit he is hot, no Binghe concentrate, he is just another pretty face!

But then SQQ says so blissed out he is in love and LBH is like: oh fuck imso fucked i want to respond to that with im so in love too fuck no

And LBH can see that SQQ despite his state (prisoner) is sticking out for what he believes in, and is not comfortable but he somehow manages to keep looking like an elegant prince that you want to pledge your whole life to?? And he is rumored to be ruthless and unforgiving bit his eyes are so full of expression and his face does this micro gestures that LBH is starting to classify in his head!

LBH: this is so so bad that is good and im really truly….in love! -wistful sigh-

And then SQQ allegedly creates chaos (LBH scoffs, he doesn’t believe this, the man sleeps like an angel!) and goes to sleep for like day and a half, and leaves LBH missing him! He is the demon lord! He should not be watching the clock waiting for an appropriate hpur to ditch work and look at his peaceful face!

But then, he tries to actually woo the man, but he gets immersed in his kindness and his eyes and his soft soft hands and caring touch and his ‘are you sure you are alright?’ Even though LBH is supposed to be his torturer and SQQ should in theory care more for a cucumber and not be! Like! This!

LBH the first day: wel, shit, guess im in love

LBH the second third day: if i do not marry this man my whole life will be wasted and i will be forsaken forever, a shell of my former self and unable to rule, i am ruined for everyone but this man

LBH bu the end of the fic will probably throw a temper tantrum or something to make SY be like: aww this poor poor baby that must be soother with marriage! Or something like that, by this point he won’t even care if he loses the war 😂😂😂

The point is! LBH is here falling completely and utterly while SQQ is trying not to gorge himself on torture food and get a decent sleep schedule so he doesn’t wreck the demonic palace XDDDD

[azrielgreen]

Pumpkin crush🎃 cinnamon sugar✨️

5 in stock, currently on sale.

[infinite-ticking-clock37]

Why does it look like YinYang is about to bash Candles head with the jar Floorys in

CANDLE OPEN UR DAMN EYES UR ABOUT TO FUCKING DIE

[tiedsh0es]

Figured since I talk abt it sm I'd explain a bit abt our AU !

SETTING : Think endless deserts, worn-out wooden towns, and horses. Most towns are poor and struggling to make money whilst also fighting the rampant amount of thieves and outlaws. In recent years a new company called Meeple has been offering tech that seems to be the only solution to the bandits. If your town can't afford it... you might as well count yourself as doomed. CHARACTERS OJ - The leader of our main Bandits! Cursed to be born of glass, he was always looked at as weak. His one goal in life is to change that by becoming an infamous bandit, then no one will ever pity him again. He's overly confident knowing his career choice, havocked with the worst of luck- and fire somehow always seems to follow him. Burning all his past behind him. Very self-conscious about his broken glass. Yin-Yang - Part of OJ's bandit group. They can duel-weild a gun, and OJ is always stealing his hat to hide his crack. He tends to cause trouble, but is incredibly loyal. Light-Bulb - Also part of OJ's bandit group. She's a bit like an annoying younger sister for OJ, having been with OJ the longest. Very loyal!

Dr. Fizz AKA The Hissing Bandit - Not too long time ago the most infamous, feared bandit in the west was the Hissing Bandit. Not much was known about him, despite the fact you would hear an angry hissing noise before his perfect-shot! Now Fizz is trying his very best to to retire, by pretending to be a wandering doctor. It's a hard thing to do when you're stuck with Paper's group... But he can't help but want to stick with him. (Both are unaware of his past) Paper - The sherrif! And a childhood friend of OJ. He's lost his home, and now his childhood friend to bandits- But at least he has Silver and Fizz on his side.

Silver - Banished from his family for being spoiled, Silver-Spoon is not at all made for this whole 'adventure' thing. Still he has no where else to go but stick with the sheriff. He has ties with Meeple, and tends to make Fizz the most nervous out of the group. Paintbrush - Bad history with OJ. Neither of them like eachother, and as such are always arguing! In charge of their own group, and work for Meeple. Bow - Part of Paintbrush's group. She likes to sit up in Paintbrush's hair. Their deadliest member as she loves to claw and bite! Candle - Also part of Paintbrush's group. The actual one in charge really. She keeps the group from falling apart. Cobs - ?????? - Well liked for founding Meeple and it's tech. Who writes who (aka my rp partners) :) My Characters ( OJ, Bow, Dr. Fizz ) Loser_Lenny ( Silver Spoon, Paintbrush, Yin-Yang ) Ink ( Paper, Light-Bulb, Candle )

[heyitsme1040]

Love in the Air [s.r]

summary : A mall trip with Spencer turns into him and reader smelling candles and laughing.

pairings : Spencer Reid x Reader

warnings : None, (if I missed anything let me know!)

word count : 770

AO3 (x)

a/n : Bonus four Comfortember is here! The prompt was ‘candles’. So, I don’t have a sense of smell. I never have, but I’ve always loved the cozy vibes of candles. So I rely heavily on what scent notes are. Conveniently, Bath and Body Works has the clearest scent notes I’ve found. So in this fic the candles are based off of: Mahogany Apple, Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin, Merry Cookie, Mahogany Teakwood, and Black Tie. 

Spencer swung your linked hands as the two of you walked through the mall. The two of you wandered through different stores. There were many books Spencer looked at in one store, the next you were looking at the different patterned socks, until ultimately you found yourselves in a fragrance store. You made a beeline for the candles, pulling Spencer along in your rush while he chuckled at your excited pace. 

“Spence! They put out the holiday ones!” You gushed while spinning around to look up at him. “We need them!”

Spencer reached out and took the bag you were carrying, smiling down at you. “We can get some. Our candles are almost burned all the way down anyways.”

“Yay!” You hugged him. 

Turning to face the display once more, you began grabbing candles and removing the lids. You smelled each one, trying to decide which ones you liked the best. The ones you really liked were held up to Spencer's face for his opinion. 

“Oohh,” you took another whiff of the candle. “This one’s nice. What do you think?”

With the candle in front of him, Spencer gave it a tentative sniff. “That’s probably the best one so far. What is it?”

“The label says it’s mahogany, green apple, and peppercorn,” you read off the scent notes. 

“We should get that one for sure. Do we want the big one or the small?”

“Definitely the bigger one,” you took another smell of the candle, placing it into the basket resting on your arm. “How many candles do we need?”

“We have three that we need to get rid of, so at least that many.”

You nodded, going back to smelling candles. You wanted to find the right smells, scrunching your nose when they were too strong. A few made you cough, and Spencer frowned slightly each time. You’d smell a candle, cough or scrunch your nose, then offer it to Spencer to smell. It would take him only a moment to realize why you didn’t like those candles. 

“What is that?” Spencer coughed, leaning away from the red candle. 

“It’s bad right?” You agreed. “It says it’s clove, brown sugar, and pumpkin.”

“It’s so strong,” he coughed again. 

You pulled the candle away from him and quickly put the lid on. “It’s too spicy, right? All you get is clove.”

“It’s like there was a baking disaster,” Spencer laughed. “Who thought it needed that much spice?”

You moved on quickly, trying to mask the smell of the offending candle. “This one is much better,” you held it up to him. “Very subtle.”

Spencer looked hesitant while leaning toward the open candle. A small sniff was followed by a bigger one as he smiled, “It smells like when we made cookies last year.”

You took another sniff, smiling at how accurate Spencer’s description was. “It’s fresh baked cookies, sugar, and vanilla.” You put the lid on the candle and set it beside the other one in your basket. 

Spencer grabbed one from the shelf to test. “I like this one,” he held it out to you. 

“It makes me think of a library,” you admit with a smile. 

Spencer nods and you instantly understand why he likes it. “It has a good smell. Mahogany, teakwood, oak, and lavender. Very relaxing,” he set it into the basket. 

You held out the one in your hands, wanting Spencer’s opinion. “I think I like this one?”

“What do you mean you think you like it?” His brows furrowed at how you explained the confused look on your face. 

“I mean that, I think it’s good? I like it, but don’t know if I like it,” you tried to explain. 

Spencer took a sniff of the candle, then looked at the label. “It says it’s sage, sandalwood, and tonka bean.” He observed. 

“What’s that?” 

“Tonka beans are similar to vanilla in a way. They’re often used as a vanilla substitute because of how similar they are in taste, the main difference being it’s got more spicy notes. Think of vanilla and star anise.” Spencer explained while smelling the candle once more. 

“Oh,” you thought for a moment. You couldn’t tell what was slightly off about the candle to you, and now you understood. You’d thought it was vanilla, but now you knew better. “Let’s get it,” you suggested. 

Spencer laughed at your sudden change in tone. You went from being uncertain to deciding that you wanted it. He placed the fourth candle in the basket and led you to the check out. The two of you bought the candles and continued your walk through the mall. 

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[fiveredlights]

chapter one: please don't ever become a stranger (whose laugh i could recognise anywhere)

it's my birthday and as my present to you i deliver you chapter 1 of the long awaited new year's day bonus fic/prequel to glitter on the floor (and we will ignore the fact it is way past new year's for everyone's sake)

Max

Yas Island, Abu Dhabi

26 November 2018 at 1:03am

0:00—0:23

Transcription

“Um hey, sorry about the call earlier I hope I didn’t wake you and I guess the voicemail as well, you know how Charles is. Maybe it’s for the better if we pretend that it never happened. Yeah, okay. Um, see you next year I guess.”

(read here)

[iamallyetnotatall]

I had way too much fun doing this, but fair warning this was done with Paint. Wow making consistent circles is hard?

Here is Candleshipping inspired by my fic Twelve Years Waiting.

[dustofthedailylife]

Today I learned that the phrase 月がきれいですね (tsuki ga kirei desu ne?), which translates into "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" essentially implies "I love you".

It's apparently used in that context in JP pop culture a lot and I'm just dskjfhdsj. That's so cute and poetic? Like??